This worry has become a beast <br />Satan's own sumptuous feast <br />He's feeding on my very soul <br />And I keep filling up his bowl <br />He'll have it all if he has his way <br />I can barely find the strength to pray <br />I must drive this evil out of me <br />Before my spirit can be free<br /><br />Robert Lloyd Palmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beast-26/
